I had the strangest dream. I was on a very small island in the middle of a strange water shining green, in some tunels even darker then the ones I seen so far. To some distance to my rigth the ruin of a shattered arch of a bridge of stone whiter then the rest was visible inspite the darkness. Some strange reddish vegetation, like giant mushrooms of sorts, awfully looking were the only thing growing on the ill looking stone. Daelith was not 10 steps before me, looking the other way and I could not take one step further. I called him but he seemed not to hear me and I stuggled to step forward...
I woke up scared by the strange sensation one has when cannot use its body. Where was that place and how come I dreamt of it? Why I was unable to walk to him or call him? I wonder... I should tell Veryacano of this dream, if anything true in it he migth know the place.
